"There's an ambush up ahead." As they passed through a certain boundary, Lu Kun spoke up to warn them.
"You know this for sure?" Anran's voice was indifferent, devoid of emotion.
"My men sketched out the routes and hiding spots here for me last time." His voice carried hints of arrogance.
Without a word, Anran led the group to bypass the ambush and lookout spot set by the War Soul members, following the other's advice. Lu Kun, proud as he was, failed to notice how surprisingly simple it was to pass these lookouts.
Time breezed by gently.
"One hundred and twenty people, led by Anran and Lu Kun, have passed the last ambush point." Anran was the nickname the War Soul members came up with after Anran had left. As for Lu Kun, although they had never seen what he actually looked like, anyone who could stand beside Anran and speak with such arrogance had to be him.
"Roger that."
"Captain, they're coming." A voice, cold to the extreme, emerged from the darkness.